{Animus}

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[There is a static hum on everyone's PCD, as the screen goes black. it starts to whisper, before ghostly voices seep through the communication lines--

...Except instead of obnoxious text, there's an absolutely piercing shriek. Think banshee.

Then children laughing, high pitched and delighted. Then distortion-

A throaty opera singer, carrying a note longer than should be physically possible-

Jaunty rock. Explosive jazz. One sound after another, barely long enough to register, so it's little more than a jarring cacophony of noise.

Eventually it fades into static, then silence for all of a few seconds- before closing on a final crash of cymbals.]

Comments

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you should start a band

[s3nsory-bouqu3t.livejournal.com]

"We should! What would be the name of this amazing group of talented individuals?"

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[Instead of words, there's another shriek. Put it near glass, it might break it.]

[s3nsory-bouqu3t.livejournal.com]

[Enjoy your mimicked screech back. Poor Karkat, he's probably awake by now wondering what the hell is happening.]

"????? I CAN PLAY TOO. HEHEHEHE."

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it will resound through the ages

[s3nsory-bouqu3t.livejournal.com]

"Hehehe, yes, we shall live eternal through this song! You are quiet the singer, do you sing often?"

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all of the time
we never speak

[s3nsory-bouqu3t.livejournal.com]

"You never speak, only sing? That must cause you vocal tube to get sore! You're pretty committed to you art."

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we are at heart
also in other limbs and organs

[s3nsory-bouqu3t.livejournal.com]

"Haha, I'm an artist too, but my medium is not normally singing or voice!"

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why have mediums when you can have
what is it what is it

[s3nsory-bouqu3t.livejournal.com]

"...I never thought about it that way! I have superiors!"

[Cackling begins and she enables the tiny sketch pad program on her communicator.]


[And image is sent with her communicator.]

"THIS IS MY SUPERIOR. HAHAHAHA. I drew you too, I don't know what you smell like so I just made you a person with the licorice color."

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we are without those superiors
we don't have arms

[s3nsory-bouqu3t.livejournal.com]

"OH YOUR ORANGE CREAMSICLE TEXT FLATTERS ME. Hehehehe. Wait, you said you had limbs earlier. Do you have limbs that are not arms?"

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they are not like your limbs
long and twitchy
our motored-coordination is out of power

[Audio]

[s3nsory-bouqu3t.livejournal.com]

"Long and twitchy? That smells fishy.. Motored-coordination?"